"What did you say he was called?" asked the Admiral.
"Count von Weimer, Château Villar, Alsace, and Continental Club,
London," said Bob, reading the card.
"Von Weimer is a good name," said the Admiral, "and the Continental is a good club; I've been there several times. I shall be civil to him if I meet him again. But now for tea. By Jove, Trevanion, but the boy has given you a twisting!"
"Oh, Bob, I am glad!" whispered Nancy, as they went towards the Club
House. "At one time I—I; oh, Bob, I am glad you've beaten him."
"So am I," replied Bob, "but I'm not thinking so much about the golf."
"Now for tea," said Trevanion, with a laugh. "You've won on this field of battle, but in the next my turn will come."
CHAPTER V
Bob was in great spirits at tea that day. He had won his match, and proved himself a stronger player than Trevanion. Nancy, who sat by his side, was radiant with smiles, while evidently the Admiral looked on him with greater favour than ever before.
"A remarkable feat, my boy," he said again and again. "To be five down to a man like Trevanion, and then to beat him, means not only skill, but nerve. That's the thing I like about it—the nerve, the pluck."
"A game is never lost until it's won, sir," said Bob sententiously.